Confession time, interlude 

I’m sorry I wasn’t able to be honest with you, my son. There has been…so much to tell you. But I cannot tell you now.

Now you must handle things on your own. Before I go, I will tell you one, just one, element of truth, a truth of the real me. 

I’ve grown to love baked leftover cold salmon. Especially when it’s been marinated. There’s just something about it.

–From the audio book “Thursday Ceramic Cheers” on cassette tape from 1983.

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Author: pathweaver34

My name is Isaac Craft. I've got a bachelors in Mass Communications, an Associates in Graphic Design, and I'm an aspiring novelist.

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